Muad Dib
Paragon of Virtue
Dathomir
He crouched in the meadow, long strands of tan grass masking his silhouette. His tan tunic and brown pants helped him blend into the surroundings save for the glowing blue orbs peering out. Several meters to his right Tracyn, the man's companion tuk'ata, watched with blue eyes as well. A hundred meters away two bull rancors were fighting for dominance, each massive creature struggling for dominance. Watching the battle the man grinned to himself while slowly raising a hand and speaking softly to the tuk'ata.
"Nwul woyunoks. Dzwol."
The tuk'ata settled back on his haunches at the words, eyes looking over to the man with almost an inquisitive expression on it's canine face. The man shook his head almost imperceptibly and the sith hound laid down n the tall grass to wait for his master's command.
Watching the rancors battle the man plucked a strand of grass and placed it between his teeth thoughtfully chewing while his mind went back to the first time he had arrived on Dathomir several years in the past. A nightbrother had asked him to come, to train under him so he could undermine one of the witch clans. She was his mother and hated the nightbrother hated her. But he feared her power and had sought one who was crazy enough and powerful enough to do what he had feared to do.
So the Mad Knight had come.
He had endured trials from his first appearance eventually proving his worth and earning himself a right to train from a nightbrother. Many had sought to claim him as a slave but the knight had proven too powerful and stubborn to ever bend the knee to another. In truth the reason Muad Dib had agreed was to learn from the witches, train with a master sorcerer of Tund, and to grow in strength, but even as he learned he had felt an affinity with the planet, the wildlife, and several of the witches.
Now, years later, he had returned not as the Mad Knight of the Sith but rather as the Mad Knight of Manda'yaim. The mandalorians and the witches had a symbiotic relationship which worked well for both. And the Muad Dib was still learning the balance within himself that he had learned on Tython. A balance between Chaos and Serenity.
As the battle ended with a mighty roar one rancor limped away as the victor sounded off his victory cry. A grin on his face the man stood and continued along the path with Tracyn trotting beside him as they followed a faint game trail to where a softly flowing brook crossed the meadow.
(" Peace, little one. Let it exist. ")
[member="Daedel"]
He crouched in the meadow, long strands of tan grass masking his silhouette. His tan tunic and brown pants helped him blend into the surroundings save for the glowing blue orbs peering out. Several meters to his right Tracyn, the man's companion tuk'ata, watched with blue eyes as well. A hundred meters away two bull rancors were fighting for dominance, each massive creature struggling for dominance. Watching the battle the man grinned to himself while slowly raising a hand and speaking softly to the tuk'ata.
"Nwul woyunoks. Dzwol."
The tuk'ata settled back on his haunches at the words, eyes looking over to the man with almost an inquisitive expression on it's canine face. The man shook his head almost imperceptibly and the sith hound laid down n the tall grass to wait for his master's command.
Watching the rancors battle the man plucked a strand of grass and placed it between his teeth thoughtfully chewing while his mind went back to the first time he had arrived on Dathomir several years in the past. A nightbrother had asked him to come, to train under him so he could undermine one of the witch clans. She was his mother and hated the nightbrother hated her. But he feared her power and had sought one who was crazy enough and powerful enough to do what he had feared to do.
So the Mad Knight had come.
He had endured trials from his first appearance eventually proving his worth and earning himself a right to train from a nightbrother. Many had sought to claim him as a slave but the knight had proven too powerful and stubborn to ever bend the knee to another. In truth the reason Muad Dib had agreed was to learn from the witches, train with a master sorcerer of Tund, and to grow in strength, but even as he learned he had felt an affinity with the planet, the wildlife, and several of the witches.
Now, years later, he had returned not as the Mad Knight of the Sith but rather as the Mad Knight of Manda'yaim. The mandalorians and the witches had a symbiotic relationship which worked well for both. And the Muad Dib was still learning the balance within himself that he had learned on Tython. A balance between Chaos and Serenity.
As the battle ended with a mighty roar one rancor limped away as the victor sounded off his victory cry. A grin on his face the man stood and continued along the path with Tracyn trotting beside him as they followed a faint game trail to where a softly flowing brook crossed the meadow.
(" Peace, little one. Let it exist. ")
[member="Daedel"]